Shake the hands of those you hate, and you will thank me.
Gloves are condoms for the hands. My bare handshake might impregnate you.
God will roast their stomachs in hell at the hands of Iraqis.
If I wasn’t writing poems I’d be washing my hands all the time.
In order to keep pace with the influx of work I had to take on fresh hands.
I think most co-directors and co-writers just hold hands.
You don’t leave behind box office scores or how many dollars changed hands.
…we’ve let go of so many things, but never each other’s hand …
Don’t step on my toes. Especially if I’m walking on my hands.
Stupid kissing. Stupid roaming hands. Stupid boys.
God deals us all different hands. How we play ’em is up to us.
Girl Without HandsWalking through the ruinson your way to workthat do not look like ruinswith the sunlight pouring overthe seen worldlike hail or meltedsilver, that brightand magnificent, each leafand stone quickened and specific in it,and...